Timeline: TC1853.07.03 (Mid Morning)
Location: Seven Peaks – Thunder Peak
The assembly ended with a different energy than it had begun.
Disciples filed out in clusters, voices low but animated. Raven caught fragments of conversation as they passed: excited speculation about tribulation, nervous questions about the three-year deadline, awed discussion of realms beyond Soul Ascension.
The terror of two days ago had transmuted into something more useful. Not complacency—they'd seen too much for that—but determination. Purpose. The fierce conviction that they were part of something that mattered.
Good, Raven thought. That's exactly what they need.
Her direct disciples lingered as the hall emptied. Marcus practically bounced on his heels. "Technomagic compatibility at advanced Essence Gathering stages—I have so many theories about the interface mechanics—"
"Later." Raven cut him off gently. "Right now, I need your help with something practical."
